This week marks an unbelievable three years since my dad’s death. As I was developing this post, I almost included the word “anniversary” in my title. However, I realized that term usually has a happy connotation – like with a wedding – and I didn’t feel like using it this time around. Some days, it feels like he left us only yesterday, but on other occasions, it feels like so much longer. I’ve had new jobs, a new house, a new car and a new baby ...
In Loving Memory of my Father
I'm writing this today in loving memory of my father on the two year anniversary of his passing. I still cannot believe that it has been two years since I last heard my father's voice. It has been two years since I felt his embrace, heard his laugh, or smiled at one of his many witty comments. It has been two years since I have called my father from a sporting event just to let him know that his little girl still loves her sports. Nothing in this ...
From Bitter to Better: Two Years as a Survivor of Suicide
This weekend marks two years since my dad took his life. Once again, I find myself saying, “I can’t believe how quickly the time has passed.” And, like most, I still have trouble believing that I am actually a survivor of suicide, living in continued disbelief that my dad made this decision. Like Lindsay just wrote, it’s been a week of bittersweet celebration for us. After a year on the market, my mom was able to sell our family home, opting to ...